Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2023 00:52:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 2 of A Mother's Infinite Love Hello! The usual Nifty disclaimers apply--basically: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. I do not want to receive any emails with any illegal or morally wrong material. I also do not want anything like dick pics sent to me. Thank you, hope you enjoy! Please email other responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com. Reminder that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Please use this link to make a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/) This story features themes of lesbian incest, with depictions of mothers and minor daughters engaging in sexual behavior together. (And yes, I am a man, and so sometimes I probably do get some of the "anatomy" wrong. I do try. But hey, it's a fantasy!) There are multiple characters in this story, including the following: -Anna and her twin daughters, Kaleigh and Skylar -Kristen and her daughter, Mackenzie The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. Chapter 2: Kristen I opened my laptop, pulled up the browser, and navigated to my favorite site, "Nifty.org." I clicked around a few times until I came to the section for stories on lesbian incest. I scrolled through a little, clicking on some of the story titles here and there, trying to find a good one. Eventually I came upon one that looked interesting. It featured a mother's sexual encounters with her young daughter. The story was a slow burner, my favorite kind of erotic fantasy. As I read, I touched parts of my naked body, including my breasts and my vagina, and grew increasingly wet down in my crotch and increasingly close to having an orgasm. In the story, the daughter was asking the mom to show her what her body would look like when she got older, and the mom had agreed to do so in the shower. I began rubbing myself on my clit in increasingly rhythmic motions as I read descriptions of the girl fondling her mother's big breasts and then leaning forward to kiss her on the nipples ... A few paragraphs later and I was having my orgasm, waves and waves of pleasure shooting, radiating through me as I gasped out loud. It had been a powerful climax, and I felt myself growing so relaxed over the next several minutes. This was one of many such orgasms that I had had since I had discovered this site. I loved that there were people out there wanting to write things like this, for the rest of us, with this or other fetishes. We sure had a need for it! One thing I haven't mentioned yet, however, is that as I read the story, in my mind the mom became me, and the daughter my own daughter, Mackenzie. Yes, I was indeed touching myself as I imagined my 10 year old daughter touching my breasts and kissing my nipples ... The truth is that I, Kristen, a divorced, 29 year old mother, was in love with my only child, my 10 year old daughter. How had I fallen in with her, you ask? That's actually hard to tell, since a part of me thinks I've always been in love with her, from the moment I held her in my arms after delivery. I know parents sometimes say things about "falling in love with" their newborns, but I think for me it had so happened that the kind of love into which I had fallen was definitely a romantic and sexual kind of love. Now of course I didn't recognize it as such at the time, but over the years it had all become increasingly clearer to me, and, looking back, I could locate moments where I had definitely acted or almost acted upon my true feelings. For instance, the first time I had seen my little girl, at age 8, in a bikini. We had been staying at a hotel in Phoenix where I had been attending a nursing conference. I and my husband had just finalized our divorce, with me getting full custody of our daughter, months earlier. It was around that time that I had decided to take on a position as a nurse educator at the hospital I worked for, and that meant that I would get to travel around and attend various conferences all over the country. I would, of course, often take Mackenzie with me. She would stay in the room whenever I was out attending a presentation, but we would have plenty of time together to sightsee or to, as in this case, just lounge around and enjoy the pool together. I had been laying on a beach lounge chair, still in my shorts and T-shirt with my bathing suit underneath, when I had turned and seen Mackenzie lay out on the chair next to me, but she had already removed her top layer and was wearing a very skimpy pink bikini that I had bought her the day before. She had no breasts, of course, at that age, still didn't today, but the top she wore seemed to augment at least in my mind at the time the unlikely possibility that she had already begun to develop little buds there. I swear that I saw a hint of a hint of cleavage. Anyway, her stomach was flat and white and her legs were smooth and long for her age, and her butt looked so bubbly in the little bottom she wore over it. Her wavy blonde hair looked so shiny and beautiful then and her face was nicely flattered by way of the big dark sunglasses she wore. She smiled at me when she saw me staring at her and said, "You okay, Mom?" I managed to smile back, and then swallowed hard before answering, "Yeah, I'm good, sweetie. You just look so pretty." "Thanks, Mom," she said, laying back on the chair in order to face the pool. I had picked up the book I had brought with me and tried to read but I kept finding myself glancing in Mackenzie's direction, admiring her body. She would occasionally glance back, and we'd smile at each other. I felt, in those moments, what I would later identify as "butterflies in my stomach." I had felt them before, many times, but looking at her then I felt them so, so strongly. I felt something else too: a stirring in my groin that I remained only half aware of. I leaned forward a bit and pulled my T-shirt up off of my head, so that my own bikini top was on display. My breasts are large, size 32DD to be exact, and so I was spilling out of the top, the fabric barely reaching above my nipples. I quickly glanced at Mackenzie and saw her looking at my chest, her eyes darting up toward mine a split second later, as if she were ashamed. I removed my shorts so that my legs were barred. "It's nice out, huh, sweetie?" I had asked her probably about 10 minutes later. "Are you going to go into the pool ... I was thinking about first hitting up the jacuzzi." I usually liked to get hot before I got cold! "Can I go with you to the jacuzzi?" Mackenzie had asked. "Of course!" With that, we had stood up and made our way to the jacuzzi. I got in first, and sat down on one side, enjoying the warmth and the feel of the jets against my skin. I looked down at my chest and saw that my breasts were kind of "floating" upon the water, just above its surface. I watched as Mackenzie stepped down into the water. At first, she had made to go sit on the side opposite to me, but then she had seemed to make another decision and she came over to me. She sat next to me so that our legs were practically touching. "It's nice, huh?" I had asked stupidly, finding myself staring at her lips for some reason. "I mean, the water." She had smiled back in her cute little way and we had sat there merely enjoying the warmth and the bubbles, and each other's company. I kept feeling like I wanted to reach out and place my hand on her thigh, or maybe hold her around her side or over her shoulders. I had resisted the urge, if that's what it could be called, but later that night, in bed, just feet away from where she had slept on the other bed, I had imagined myself touching her, my fingers gliding over her stomach, over her little belly button, underneath and then above her "breasts." There were several other such moments as these since then, where I would feel the "butterflies," feel myself wanting to caress her in some way, resisting, but then ending up later fantasizing about her. Finally, one night in bed at home, I had admitted freely to myself that I was definitely attracted to Mackenzie, despite that she was only 9 (at the time) and was my daughter. I couldn't lie to myself any longer; I wanted her so badly, so achingly badly ... I knew, though, that I shouldn't want her, that it was wrong to lust after her. Of course it was! But ... it felt so good, and so right, and so ... natural, somehow, despite that I knew it was clearly very unnatural in another way. Shortly after I first recognized my feelings for Mackenzie, I had begun searching for pornography featuring adult women role-playing as mother and daughter. Eventually I stumbled across the erotic stories at "Nifty.org," and that was a game changer. I think I liked that much better than anything else I had found, as far as videos or photos. So here I was, laying in my bed now, a year later, naked, having just touched myself until I had reached orgasm while reading a story of lesbian incest, a story in which I imagined myself and Mackenzie playing central roles. I had given up trying to fight my feelings for her, though I still maintained at this point that I would never, could never, actually act out on any of those feelings. Little did I know though that soon I would meet a woman about my age, with twins about Mackenzie's age, with whom I could relate on so many levels, and with whom I could begin to experience pleasures I had only dreamed about thus far.